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him until he moaned aloud and whispered, "Please, please," but Alinor knew he had no desire to end the sweet torment. He could have ended it at any moment by gripping her and going into action himself. Instead, he cried for mercy, but he lay very still. Only it could not last forever. As Ian's passion mounted, so did Alinor's. There came a time at last when she could no longer think of him at all. The indescribable pleasure-pain of orgasm took her. She plunged upon him, unheeding, gripping his hair, crying aloud.
That time it was Ian who spoke first, when he had caught his breath a little. "Enough," he whispered, laughing feebly. "If you do that to me again, you will kill me. You have made good your threat. I cry, 'Enough.'"

 
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